Dark Hollow
By David Bromberg
Iíd rather [A] be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow
Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine
Then to be here a[E]lone, [D] knowing that youíre gone
It would [A] cause me to [E] lose my [A] mind [E][A]
Chorus
So blow your [E] whistle [A] freight train
Carrying me far on [D]down the [A] track
Iím going a[E]way Iím [D] leaving today
Iím [A] going and I [E] ainít coming [A] back [E][A]
Iíd rather be stuck in [E] some dark [A] hollow
Where the sun refu[D]ses to [A] shine
Than to be stuck in [E] New York [D] City
In a [A] small room with [E] you on my [A] mind. [E][A]
Repeat Chorus